“And it seems,” I said, with a smile, “that there are people who like to oblige them.”
Helen giggled. “Aren’t you lucky?”
Things progressed quickly after that. Helen discovered that I had a taste for pain. She began to pinch my n*****s, hard, and sometimes to bite them. She spanked me some more, with a wooden spoon, again with the hairbrush, and with a leather belt. One night she had been spanking me really hard, and I had protested that this was really too much. In response, she grabbed my wrists and bound them together with a cord, then tied the cord to the head of the bed. I said that she ought not to do that, because if someone came there would not be time to undo me. But she ignored my protests, and resumed the spanking with increased intensity. Another night, she bound my wrists to
